"That's sounds like quite the arrangement," she comments, stepping out of the stockroom and observing him for a moment to see where he's at. She moves to grab a few flakes of hay herself, starting in the opposite stalls, working towards him.

"It would be just another thing for you to add onto your list of accomplishments," she teases, calling out so he can hear her. "Medical school, teacher, poet, stable master, outlaw, ranch hand--"

She meets him, unable to restrain a chuckle as she observes the hay sticking out of his hair and littering his coat. She throws an extra handful at him, for good measure.

"--farrier," she smirks.